Start practicing from the experience of brushing

Chapter 70: Matsuichimatsu

“It’s not interesting for you to chat like that. ”

“That’s a man, not a chicken. Wang An said slowly, last night, in that moment, he really wanted to go down with a palm and directly slap the evil guy to death, but he stopped it.

This is not a novel, not a movie, he is not the kind of butcher, mad demon, killing like killing chickens, beheading like cutting watermelons, without the slightest psychological barrier.

Killing, once the opening is opened, this hole is very difficult to fill.

“Are you okay? ”

“Well, one more thing, I’m curious, of course if it’s inconvenient don’t say it. ”

“Inconvenient. Wang An said decisively.

“Oh, this”

Li Xinchu got up and left, walked out seven steps and turned back.

“How can I practice to your point? ”

“I woke up early in the morning and started practicing Wuqi and Tai Chi, walking for at least an hour every day, shaking my palms 500 times, and practicing footwork, strength, reading scriptures and medical books.”

“I lean!” Li Xinchu was silent for a long time, and these two words popped out.

Sure enough, no one succeeds casually.

“I will practice like this from tomorrow, and if I don’t succeed, I will be crazy!” Li Xinchu said fiercely.

“If you practice like this, it won’t take long to scrap it. Practice should be gradual, can not be three minutes of heat, today prone to sleep, tomorrow support, to persevere, if you really want to practice real kung fu, you must work hard. Wang An said.

When he can withstand this intensity of exercise, because his physical fitness has been greatly improved after practicing the five-bird play, endurance and resilience are far beyond ordinary people, and he can recover after a night’s rest after a high-intensity exercise.

If others exercise according to his intensity, the body will not be able to eat.

“I thought about it and left. ”

“Don’t come if there is nothing special these days, I want to retreat. ”

“What, closed, retreat, the kind in fiction? Li Xinchu’s eyes widened after hearing this. Wang An waved at him and signaled him to leave.

“Shinto. Li Xinchu muttered and left.

After Li Xinchu left, Wang An returned to the bedroom and came to the desk.

Retreat, not necessarily practice, he wants to be quiet, straighten out, summarize the previous period, and plan for the future.

It was too tight a while ago, maybe it’s time to relax a little.

Tai Chi Quan, Five Bird Play, Vajra Palm, Form and Meaning Fist, all kinds of exercises he almost never fell down, one after another, to practice, like a machine running at full speed, without the slightest rest except sleep.

Practice is a part of life, and life is not only practice, but also poetry and distant places.

Life is like a movie, there must be a plot, there must be a daily life, there is a love of children, you can’t fight from beginning to end, the flowers are usually short, but the pines and cypresses are evergreen.

He wants to be comprehensive, although it is good to be comprehensive, after all, there must be a focus, and those tasks have not yet been completed.

The task closest to the target is that the punch weighs a thousand pounds, and there is less than a hundred kilograms of strength, and it can be completed with strength.

“Let’s try to complete this task first and see what rewards you can have.” Then go out for a walk and see, this breath cannot be relaxed, but it can be slowed down. ”

Strengthening strength training requires equipment, and when he was in the mountain village, he used barbells and millstones, which worked well.

“Let’s use a barbell, but with a little heavier. Always gradually, this time don’t let go of trying extreme training. Exercise came to mind again. ”

When he thinks about many things now, he thinks about improving himself and improving his kung fu.

When I see a stone pier on the side of the road, I will consider how heavy the stone pier is, whether I can lift it, and whether it is suitable for my own exercise, as if I am enchanted.

He remembers that when he was in high school, he lived on campus, and at that time, a classmate in his class was very engaged in learning, to what extent, when he slept and talked at night, he was memorizing texts, and he felt that he was going to that level now.

“Well, let loose first. ”

Thinking about it, he chose reading books as a way to relax, combing through the knowledge he had learned in the past from beginning to end, and trying to combine medicine and martial arts.

The structure of the human body, meridians, blood vessels, muscles and bones, the red lines on the ancient books of Tai Chi and the Vajra Zen palm.

When he studied with Zhao Zhiyuan some time ago, under his guidance, he bought a lot of medical books and read some, but he did not systematically summarize them.

A cup of tea, a stack of books, read a book, get up and move, occasionally get up and fight a boxing, practice a five-bird play, or slap a few palms, the day passes unconsciously.

“You spent a day summarizing what you had learned in the past, and you gained a small harvest, +4 experience in Tai Chi, +3 in Vajra Zen Palm, +1 in Wuqi Theater. ”

Sometimes reading is no worse than practice.

One day, two days, three days. The pace of his life slowed down, he turned through all these books at home, some read more than once, dozens of pages of summary in his notebook, and some questions.

In the past few days, Li Xinchu was very obedient, did not come to disturb him, and did not even call him.

A week later, he went out, did not go to the gym, but went to the library in Hu’an City, during this time he still had some problems unsolved, and the books at home did not have relevant knowledge points, so he planned to go to the library to see.

I got a library card, went to a place related to medical books, picked a few books I wanted to read, and then began to read, taking notes from time to time.

After eating at noon, he continued reading in the afternoon until the library was about to close, and the administrator reminded him that he got up and left, borrowed two books and left.

The next day came again, and it was another day, three days in a row.

That night, in front of the desk, Wang An looked at a piece of paper in front of him, with more than a dozen pictures on it, and the top was the ancient boxing score sent by the netizen in the Taijiquan exchange group, and he copied it.

“No, this picture should be incomplete. ”

Through the systematic induction and summary of this day, he always felt that these pictures were wrong, there should be one or two paintings missing, and they were very key pictures, which could outline or carry on the upper and lower pictures.

He thought about it and sent a message in that group.

“@断水流, hello, are the thirteen ancient boxing books of Taijiquan that you sent last time incomplete, two pictures missing? ”

His words were like a stone thrown into the calm lake, breaking the calm at once.

Serious person: “Finally someone has shown his head, what picture?” Is it the kind of picture where two or three people are shy together? ”

“It’s not serious when I see your name, but when I hear you speak, it’s really not serious!” ”

(End of chapter)